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my dad's friends were goldwingers, they'd ride everywhere. The aspencade that one of them had was insane. it was essentially a cadillac, only with no roof. riding on the back of it (he wouldn't let me drive) was extremely posh.
riding a goldwing is like smoking a pipe though. you have to be of a certain age or it looks forced. gravitas is required. I can't wait to be old enough to do both.
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Sìn a nall na cuaranan sin. -- Cha mhór is fheairrde thu iad, tha iad coltach ri cat air a dhathadh
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